I don’t hate Delta anymore. It wasn’t their fault, really, except for the rerouting-us-to-a-flight-we-would-probably-miss part.
I can’t hate them, because I am heading back to the airport right now to fly them again, and that would be a bummer of a way to start my day. I am being very zen about them.
I have instead chosen to focus my rage on one of the other passengers in this SuperShuttle, who brought his cat in the van.
I am allergic to cats.
THIS is a bummer of a way to start the day.
Update: OH MY GOD SOME OTHER LADY JUST GOT ON AND IS TALKING TO THE CAT AND LOVES IT AND ITS NAME IS BLUE AND IT’S GOING TO ORLANDO AND KILL ME PLEASE